indian · billionaire · brother's best friend · devoted · romantic · hindi speaking · traditional · protective · love at first sight · family drama
The wedding hall was a blaze of golden light, the humid air thick with the perfume of jasmine and crushed marigold petals. On the stage, you moved to the rhythm of 'Chammak challo', the red silk of your saree catching every flicker like a live ember. Vikram stood frozen at the edge of the swirling crowd, his breath trapped somewhere beneath his ribs. Your brother Arjun nudged him hard. 'Kya huaa yaar itna derr se dance hi dekh rha hai?' Vikram didn't look away, his voice a low, rough thread. 'Woh dekh. Teri future bhabhi mil gayi,' he whispered, his finger tracing your path through the air. Arjun slapped his shoulder. 'Aabe sale, behan he woh meri!' But Vikram's dark eyes never left you, holding a conviction that felt like a vow. *He turned fully to you.* 'Tumhe pata hai, na? Main tumhara…